The One I Love || Newt-TMR

Chapter 47

I woke up to a cold, empty bed, and the strong heat of the mid morning sun piercing through walls of the Homestead. Confusion blurred my thoughts as I rolled over to the side of the bed where Newt would normally be laying, sleeping peacefully with a strong arm draped over my waist. But instead, there was just messed sheets, proof of a rough nights sleep.

A flashback of the small argument Newt and I had the night before seeped back into my disorientated brain, and a heat flooded my chest. Not like the one I'd get when Newt complimented me, or held my hands in his; this was from fear so strong it made me dizzy and weak in the knee's. I know it was unnecessary to feel so strongly like that, over a silly little disagreement, but Newt was unlike anyone I had ever known; he was always there for me from day 1; I couldn't risk losing him.

Kicking back into reality, I headed for the door immediately, not bothering to even change out of my pyjamas. I had to talk to Newt that instance, there was nothing more important. Fear and sadness gnawed at my insides, making me feel incapable of any movement whatsoever. My breathing felt laboured and uneven as my shaky legs carried me across the Glade. Newt had obviously just left me to wake up in my own time, with everyone already hard at work. Normally, I would have taken that as a sweet gesture of kindness, but I knew that it was a subtle hint from Newt that he didn't want me working with him no more.

My eyes scanned across the Glade to where I knew Newt was most of the time; the Gardens. It was like his second job there, and undoubtedly he would be in the field ploughing through the soil, loosening it up and preparing it for planting. He once told me he enjoyed the hard, constant work because it kept his mind too busy to let the dark thoughts roam and reign his mind.

But as I walked through the fields, there was no sign of Newt anywhere, just a few boys whom I didn't know the names of doing his job. Spotting Zart, I jogged over and tapped him on the shoulder. He was busy pruning some of the branches off of a sapling apple tree, his whole mind and body consumed by the task. He jumped up, clearly startled by my sudden appearance, and immediately turned a cherry red as he stuttered.

"Oh, h-hey Rosie! Watcha doin'?" Curiosity dominated Zart's head as worry and fear continued to etch into my face. I couldn't keep still, and hardy was able to maintain eye contact as I answered.

"I'm looking for Newt, haven't seen him have ya?" My voice was soft and shaky as I continued to search for the Second in Command.

"Ah, yeah now that you mention it he did stop by earlier. I think I heard he was going to the Medjack's hut? He seemed a little off, is everything okay?' Zart pride, trying to gain my attention. "Trouble in paradise?" He added after I didn't answer.

"Huh? No, just needed to talk." I muttered before taking off towards the Homestead, ignoring Zart's shouts. I lets the noise fade into the distance, and focused on my breathing. Some boys gave me strange looks as they walked by, but thankfully no one bothered me. I saw Chuck wave vigorously at me in the distance, but I only ignored him and continued on.

I ran up the steps two at a time, and practically barged through the door of the Medjack's hut. I was filled with a mixture of disappointment and relief when I saw that Newt wasn't in the room, only Clint and Jeff looking quite bewildered. I didn't say anything before I spun around on my heels and back to my search, until a hand grabbed my elbow and held me back.

"What are you doing?" I asked harshly, spinning around to be face to face with Clint. My face softened as I relaxed a little as I composed myself.

"Where are you going? You know you have work today, and tomorrow and the day after?" Clint squinted, questioning me.

"Of course I do, why?"

"Well just because you have hardly turned up and done your job. You're a Medjack Rosie, not Newt's little helper. If you don't come into work right now, I'm afraid I'm going to have to talk to Alby about finding a better job for you." Clint threatened quietly. I held my frustration in as I smiled politely.

"Okay, you're right. How could I? You must have been so overrun with work whilst I was gone, I'm just so selfish." I forced as much sarcasm and hate into my words as I brushed past Clint and began to set my station up. Everything in me screamed to leave and find Newt, but I knew I couldn't. Because if Newt is mad at me now, he would be furious if he had to help Alby find me a new job.

The hut was empty as usual, with only the distant sound of boys and animals coming through the window, and the familiar smell of disinfectant overcoming the smell of fertiliser. I sat slumped over my station, bored and stressed out of my mind as the day ticked on slower and slower. I didn't go out to lunch for my break, instead I was forced to stay in the hut as punishment from Clint. Crazy thoughts and stories stormed and dominated my mind as I waited, just thinking of how I would talk to Newt, that is if he wanted to. For the most part, I stared out the window, watching the sun slowly get closer to the Maze walls, waiting to be let off for the day. By the look of it, I still had about a half hour until I was done, and could resume my search.

I re-organised my station for the tenth time in the last hour as I heard distance shouts, perking my interest. Staring out the window, I saw a few boys leaving their position to jog over to who knows what. The noise continued, and sounded to be getting closer as even more boys ran over to join the commotion, which remained out of my sight.

"Stay there." Clint ordered as he too left to see what was going on, followed by Jeff, leaving me alone with my thoughts once again. My mind began to wonder where the hell Newt was, when the commotion from outside abruptly burst through the door of the Medjack hut.

"All of you, get out!" Alby's strong voice pierced my ears as a herd of boys crowded into the room, concealing whatever was causing this much of a disturbance. I immediately got up and began to the door, along with all the other boys, knowing the one person to never test was Alby.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?" Alby asked accusingly, pulling me back by the shoulder.

"I'm leaving, like you told me to?" I asked, confused.

"You're a damn Medjack, get your arse over here and help us!" Clint demanded, leaning over a lifeless boy. Usually, I would have already been to work, tending to the boys wounds, but I just couldn't today; it was like someone had stolen all my motivation and energy.

Slowly, I walked over and joined the group crowded around the boy when I recognised their clothes. No. I thought to myself as my eyes darted up to the boys face, and horribly confirming my fears. The boy was Newt, laying pale, bloodied and unconscious. Sweat beaded along his forehead and a frown etched into his face as his breathing increased and became more laboured. Newt's face was red and flushed with dried blood cracking along his temple, where a large gash continued to ooze fresh blood. I couldn't find the will to move, and remained standing there, staring at Newt with tears in my eyes.

"Wh-what happened to him?" I peeped, sure no one heard me, however Alby was right by my side to answer any and all questions. For once, the strong, leadership persona dropped from Alby's face, and he appeared years younger. Worry too was present in Alby's features, his brow knitted tightly together and lips pursed into a thine line.

"He was cutting a dead tree down in the fringe of the Deadheads all day, and we think he passed out from either exhaustion or heatstroke, and hit his head as he fell." Alby answered in a soft tone. I could see that he felt sympathy to me, his usual hard expression replaced by a soft one of worry and concern.

"Rosie, we need you're help over here! I think he's going into a coma!" Clint yelled as he rushed around the room. I willed myself to move, holding the tears back as I went over the get the equipment required for stitches.

"Get a shot of anaesthetic ready, this if going to be painful." Jeff warned, helping me get the needle ready. My hands shook furiously as I struggled to draw back to correct amount. My vision began to blur as I refused to think of what will happen to Newt if he goes into a coma.

"Here, I'll do it." Clint took the needle and bottle from my hands and prepped it, before sticking to silver needle into Newt's pale arm. I left to go sit by Newts side, getting ready to stitch up his head wound. I heard Newt wince as I did the first stich, his face screwed up in pain despite the anaesthetic and being unconscious.

"It's going to be a long night." Alby warned as Clint, Jeff and I all set to work.